A boy shakes my
hand at the book
store
tries to get me
to guess things about
him
he is dark long
hair smiling thin
guess his year in
school his age his
country
“you are not good
at guessing”
he says
and we part

at one single table
a man with curly purple
hair, a woman with
a mustache
a priest at another
table
I work in Athletics
“are you an athlete?”
yes I am an olympian